Chapter 41: Good Girls Tryout for the Slut Squad

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Kristen wants to write a story about new cheerleaders, but it’s spring. Well, that’s no problem. She can just set her story whenever she wants and “invent” some girls to join up. To her, it’s just a story. Complete fiction.

But these girls she wants to write about are real. She’s not inventing them. She’s about to change the entire world to autumn. Reality warps around her more and more as her perversity spreads out into the community.

She can picture these girls just fine. Kristen doesn’t know it, but she subconsciously knows about any real people to be able to rewrite their lives. The corrupted diary’s power grows and grows as Kristen’s existence fades and fades.

Cindy Stone

My freshman year was going great. I was enjoying high school. Just two more months, and my first year would be over.

I would be graduating to the tenth grade.

It was giddy somehow. Exciting to have made it. That first few months had been overwhelming. High school was so much different from junior high, but I was adapting now. It was becoming routine. Next year would be even greater.

I spotted one of the cheerleaders. She strutted down the hallway in a skirt so short that it barely covered her ass. The top was just a thin strip of cloth that hardly covered her tits. They looked about to pop out if she so much as moved.

They often did while they were cheerleading much to the delight of the boys.

I wasn’t a slut, though. I had no intention of joining up. The pregnant Natalie Bishop strolled by with three collared and leashed sluts trailing behind her. Freshmen girls who were being “mentored” by her to be used by every man or boy. Just pure sluts.

I was glad that wasn’t me. I was a good girl saving myself for marriage. I opened my locker with a few twists of the knob. I thrust in my math book and pulled out my English book. I yawned and closed it, ready to go to my next class.

Cindy, America, and Alisha are the new cheerleaders, eager to join the squad. They want to be sluts just like their role models. So they are ready at tryouts to do whatever naughty things they can to make the tea.

Cindy Stone

I stepped into my English class to...

I blinked as a red leaf from the oak tree fluttered down before me. I was confused for a moment. The tree was covered in orange and red laves. It was spring ... No, no, it was fall. Of course, it was. I was a month into my first year of high school.

An eager freshman.

Watching the sluts of the cheer squad strutting around school or being fucked in the middle of the hallways had inspired me. I wanted to be a slut like them. I wanted boys to lust for me. To pant after me. To bend me over and fuck me so hard.

I masturbated my virgin pussy all the time. I even thought about buying a dildo off Amazon to pop my cherry, but I had chickened out. Still, I was so eager to be fucked hard by a handsome stud with a big dick.

I shuddered at that idea. Big dicks ... I was so wet for them.

I wasn’t the only girl that was heading out onto the football field. The other two girls were ethnic which was so awesome. Diversity was amazing. America was one. A Hispanic girl with black hair pulled back into a ponytail. She didn’t have tits anywhere near as big as mine.

I was blessed with a pair of Double D’s. I was the first girl my age to get breasts. It was so hot. The other girl was an Arab cutie named Aisha. She wore a headscarf wrapped around her hair and a low-cut top. She would look sexy out there cheering. She glanced at me, smiling nervously. I understood. We had to prove ourselves.

The existing members of the cheer squad marched across the fields in their skimpy outfits. I shuddered, so wanting to stroll around school showing off so much skin. Behind them, a group of guys walked wearing letterman jackets.

The football team.

They were the hottest studs on campus. Big and muscular. They were supposed to have big dicks.

“Okay,” said Buffy, the cheer captain. She was a tan-skin girl with blonde hair. Her nipples poked at the thin material of her boob tube. I swear, her nubs were pierced. So hot. “You three think you have what it takes to join the best sluts on campus?”

I nodded, trembling with excitement and nerves. I stood between the two ethnic girls. My heart pounded. The wind stirred my blonde hair. I was a natural. If I wasn’t shaved, the carpets would match the drapes.

“Mmm, they’re yummy,” cooed Mercedes, a black-haired cheerleader.

“Yeah,” said Alexandra, a redhead with tits as big as mine. “We could use some fresh cock-suckers and pussy-lickers on the squad. If you budding sluts have what it takes.”

“I don’t know,” said Pita. The Hispanic cheerleader slid her eyes over us. “They look scared. I bet they’ll chicken out and won’t do anything slutty.”

“I’ll do it!” I gasped. “I just ... What do you want us to do?”

I wasn’t sure.

They are about to find out.

Cindy Stone

“Why, to prove you’re slutty enough to join our team,” Buffy said. “That means, strip, sluts!”

I blinked.

“Er...” said Aisha, glancing at the football players.

“You can keep that headscarf on, Aisha,” cooed Pita. “I think it’s sexy. But the rest has to go. Or you can take a hike.”

“If you can’t strip naked here, how are you going to be able to perform on the field?” asked Buffy. “You have to give blowjobs to the players to encourage them and get fucked in the ass by their coaches,” purred Mercedes.

“And let’s not forget the post-game orgies,” added Alexandra.

“Only if they win,” said Buffy, glancing at the football players. “Now, strip. We have to make sure you’re hot enough to be here.”

I don’t know why I was shocked. I knew what the cheerleaders did—I wanted to be sluts like them—but it was still so scary. I trembled as the other two girls trembled beside me. Everyone was staring at us. The cheerleaders and all those guys. They were ogling us, eyes hungry to devour our naked bodies.

If I didn’t do this, I wouldn’t make the team. I wouldn’t be one of the hottest sluts on campus. I took in a deep breath and swallowed my fear. I squeaked and ripped off my top. I did it before I could think. I dropped it, down to my bra.

“Cute bra,” said Alexandra. “Mmm, but we want to see those big titties beneath.”

“God, they’re as big as yours,” said one of the guys.

“Show them, slut!”

“Let’s see those tits!”

“And those asses!” another shouted. “I bet that Latina chick has a great ass!”

My cheeks burned as I reached behind me and unhooked my bra. My heart pounded in my chest as I slipped it off my shoulders. My boobs spilled out. They were heavy, my nipples hard. I dropped my bra. America and Aisha stared at me in shock before...

They began to strip, too.

America had small breasts in a cute bra while Aisha’s were round. She was careful not to disturb her headscarf. I wiggled out of my jeans, my panties soaked. The material hugged my bare pussy lips. I stepped out of my jeans, losing my shoes in the process.

The grass was damp, soaking my socks. I quickly peeled those off.

“Panties too,” purred Mercedes. “Let’s see that shaved twat. Your cameltoe is yummy.”

I whimpered. This was it. All the way. I hooked the waistband of my panties and shoved them off. I trembled as I did that. I was really doing this. It was so inane, but this was what I had to do. I needed to strip naked.

This was it. My heart pounded in my chest as I bent over. Guys groaned behind me. They were seeing my naked ass and maybe my pussy peeking out. My cheeks burned as I worked my panties down my legs and stepped out of them.

Aisha’s round tits jiggled as she was stripping off her skirt. America was down to her panties now. Well, a thong that vanished between her plump rump. She might not have big tits, but she did have a really nice ass.

The guys were licking their lips.

So were the cheerleaders.

I was naked. So were the others. This was insane, but that was okay. I was just glad that we were all ready. My heart hammered in my chest as Aisha dropped her panties. She had a shaved pussy, too. We were all naked now.

Then a cheerleader stepped before us all. They each lifted their skirt. I had redheaded Alexandra before me, her big boobs jiggling in her top. Buffy was before Aisha and Mercedes before America. Pita moved behind us as the cheerleaders held their skirts up.

They all had shaved pussies. Juices beaded on Alexandra’s folds, her clit pierced by a gold ring. I didn’t know what was going on. Everyone was staring at the three of us as if they were waiting for us to do something. I glanced at Aisha, and she looked confused. America swallowed, her lips pursed so tightly.

“Well,” Pita hissed behind us. She slapped America on the ass. “Get on your knees and eat those cunts, slut!”

She pinched my ass. Hard.

I squeaked at the burst of pain and dropped to my knees before Alexandra. Her pussy was before my eyes, this spicy aroma filling my nose. I shuddered at the realization that it wasn’t just cocks I would be pleasing, but pussies.

Even more surprising was how good she tasted.

I leaned forward and hesitantly kissed at her shaved pussy lips. I pressed against her. I shuddered as the flavor of her cunt bled through. That sent a shiver through me. She didn’t taste bad. Not bad at all. I was shocked by that and kissed her again.

Aisha squealed beside me and dropped to her knees. She started feasting on Buffy’s cunt. The cheer captain groaned in delight. Alexandra, though, was staring down at me with a look of disappointment on her face.

Why? What was I doing wrong?

My cheeks burned. I wasn’t licking her. I was just smooching at her cunt. I wasn’t taking this as seriously as I needed to. I drew in a deep breath and planted my mouth right on her pussy. I kissed her cunt. This heat washed through me.

I tongued her cunt. I licked at her pussy with this newfound hunger. I found myself starving for that delight. It was just incredible to do that to her. To feast on her like this. I loved every second of lapping at her. She tasted so good.

Just amazing.

“That’s it,” groaned Alexandra. The redhead smiled down at me. “Mmm, you’re doing just fine now.”

I shuddered in delight as my tongue flicked to her clit. I brushed her bud. I loved licking it. She trembled as I did that. I stroked over her hot flesh. I caressed her as she ground her twat on my lips. Her clit piercing felt so hard against me.

I groaned and licked at her. I tongued her with such passion. I licked at her with all that I had. It was just incredible to feast on her. I licked at her with all my passion. It was so good to lap at her. I feasted on her with all my enthusiasm.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she moaned as I licked at her. “That’s good. That’s just so delicious. Do that to me!”

I did. I licked at her. I tongued her with passion. I lapped at her with all that I had. It was so much fun to do that to her. I stroked my tongue across her folds. It was so wonderful. She groaned as I did that. Her back arched.

“Ooh, ooh, ooh,” Buffy moaned. “That’s it. You’re so sexy in that headscarf.”

“Hijab,” Aisha moaned.

“Fuck, America!” gasped Mercedes. “Get that tongue in my cunt. Ooh, you little Latina slut!”

I trembled as the football players were all around us, too. They were staring at us. Judging us. Lusting for us. I shuddered, knowing how hot this was. My tongue flicked around in that wonderful pussy. I stroked around in her, wanting to just make her cum. I loved licking at her twat.

It was so good to feast on her. I stroked around in her snatch. I lapped at her with all that passion. It was so good to stroke through her hot folds. I brushed her pierced clit. I slid the ring back and forth with the tip of my tongue.

I giggled. That was fun to do.

“Shit,” moaned Alexandra as I did that. “Oh, shit, do that!” I batted her clit piercing with my tongue. She whimpered as I did that. Her face twisted with the delight of this moment. It was so hot to do this to her. I fluttered against her. I batted her back and forth. I enjoyed doing this to her. I reveled in this moment.

I stroked against her hot flesh. I tongued every bit of her. It was so delicious to do this to her. I groaned, savoring the way she moaned as I did that. I knew I would make her cum. The clit was the key to a woman’s big orgasm.

I knew that from my own self-exploration.

“That’s it,” gasped Alexandra. “You budding cheerslut. That’s so good. Ooh, ooh, make me cum!”

“I’m almost there, America!” Mercedes moaned. “Oh, fuck, yes!”

America made her cheerleader cum first. That was wild. I kept fluttering my tongue against Alexandra’s pierced clit. The guys were wolf-whistling and muttering to each other. I loved their presence here as I ate out this sexy redhead in the middle of the football field.

Anyone could watch us do that.

My virgin pussy burned as I licked at her clit. Buffy squealed to my left, cumming on Aisha’s mouth. I was the last one, but I wouldn’t fail. I suckled on Alexandra’s pierced bud. She grabbed the back of my head.

“You nasty slut!” squealed Alexandra.

The redhead’s big boobs bounced as her pussy cream gushed out of her mouth.

She drowned me in her spicy cream. I licked up that wonderful delight. It was so good to lap at her cunt. I stroked through all her hot folds. I feasted on her. She groaned as I did that. Her body shuddered through her orgasm.

I loved licking her. I lapped at her with all that I had. It was a beautiful thing to do to her. She groaned as I tongue her pussy. I lapped at her with all that I had. It was just a wonderful moment to stroke my tongue through her hot flesh.

“Ooh, ooh, ooh,” she moaned. “Oh, you sluts are such dirty whores!”

“Yay, they are!” groaned Buffy.

Alexandra let go of my head. She stepped back, pussy cream dripping down my chin. “Mmm, that was good. So good, but...” She grinned. “Now it’s time for you sluts to get y our cherries popped! Boys!”

I shuddered. I wanted this so badly, and yet I shook with fear. With trepidation. I didn’t know what would happen to me. I just had to take it. Would it hurt? The sluts all loved it, but what if I wasn’t a slut at all?

What if I was a good girl who didn’t want to be fucked by a guy with a big dick?

Strong hands gripped my hips. Male hands. I trembled, too scared to even look behind me. I heard a deep chuckle before I felt a big, thick dick pressing against the folds of my pussy. I gasped as I felt how big and thick he was.

I was about to be fucked hard by a guy. He nuzzled into my folds and found my hymen.

“Yes!” gasped America to my fight. She tossed her head as she lost her cherry.

“Allah defend!” whimpered Aisha. She, too, had taken a dick in her pussy. Now...

The football player thrust. My cherry stretched and stretched. This frightening fear swelled through me as I felt my hymen start to give. This was really happening. I was really about to have my cherry popped. I whimpered.

My hymen tore.

His big dick popped into my flesh. My eyes widened as that huge cock slammed to the hilt in me. I groaned, my cunt clamping down on him. I had all of his thick shaft in me. It was such a huge rod. I wiggled my hips, stirring my cunt around him.

I had a cock in me.

A real dick was in my deflowered pussy.

And it felt great.

I groaned as that heat washed through me. I clamped my cunt down on him. He drew back his rod. My silky snatch clamped down on him. Aisha and America gasped on either side of me as they were fucked. I trembled as that thick shaft nearly pulled out of my deflowered twat.

Then the stud rammed back into my cunt.

His nuts slapped into my taint. I gasped at the burst of pleasure while my cunt squeezed down on him. I loved having all that dick in me. It felt so good to have him fucking away at me. He pumped into my twat. It felt amazing. I groaned, clamping my cunt down on that thick shaft.

He grunted, fucking into me with force. He buried into me with such a big, thick dick. I loved him fucking me like that. It was just so good to have him burning into my twat. I groaned, rocking forward and back as he hammered me.

He fucked me good and hard. It was so amazing to have him doing that to my cunt. I loved it. He pumped away at me. He buried that big dick into my snatch. I gasped and moaned with the other two girls while the cheerleaders watched.

“Mmm, Aisha’s taking that cock like a champ,” Buffy said.

“America’s butt-cheeks look so sexy as they jiggle,” Pita said.

“That look on Cindy’s face is delicious,” purred Mercedes. “A real whore.”

That was me!

I shuddered, this strange pride swelling through me. I looked whorish taking a big dick in my cunt. I clamped my cunt down on that thick shaft fucking me. I reveled in him burying into me. He fucked me so hard and fast.

He churned me up. It was good to have him doing that. I loved the way he did that. It was so good to have him fucking my twat. He slammed into my snatch with such force. It was incredible to have him fucking me like that.

“Damn,” the guy fucking me said. “You love that, don’t you?”

“I do!” I squealed. “Oh, oh, keep fucking me!”

“Pound my fucking cunt!” America moaned.

“Oh, oh, this is so haram!” gasped Aisha. I had no idea what that meant, but she sounded like she loved it. “Pound me! Pound my Muslim pussy with your big, Christian dick!”

“I’m Jewish,” the guy growled.

“Even better!” she gasped. “Dishonor my cunt with your big dick!”

The cheerleaders whooped at that. They liked the dirty talk. I had to do that, too.

“Fuck my tight little snatch,” I moaned. “Ooh, ooh, use my pussy as your personal cum-dumpster! Flood my womb with your seed!”

“Fuck, slut!” the guy grunted, hammering my cunt.

Mercedes grinned at me, nodding.

I trembled, feeling so good about being a slut. I also felt so good about that big dick burying into my snatch. I shuddered, loving that big dick fucking into me over and over again. His nuts smacked into my clit over and over again. It felt so good to have him doing that. I loved it. My pussy gripped him.

He groaned, hammering me. I loved every second of him fucking me like that. It was just a wild time to have him burying into me. He growled and grunted as he fucked me. He plowed into my stanch with all that force. It was so good to have him doing that.

I shuddered, rocking back and forth as he fucked me. He hammered my cunt with that mighty cock. I was so happy to be fucked by him. It was a good thing to have him burying to the hilt in my snatch. I whimpered, my eyes rolling back in my head.

I would have a huge climax.

“Ooh, ooh, make me cum on your big dick, stud!” I groaned. “You’re melting my pussy!”

“Melting it!” gasped America. “Holy fuck, cabrón! Hammer me. Fuck my tight twat with that big dick!”

“I’m such a depraved slut!” gasped Aisha. “I shame my father and clan! Pound me! Fuck me so hard! Pump your Jewish seed into my Muslim pussy!”

“Fucking Muslimah slut!” the Jewish guy groaned as he fucked her snatch. “Yes, yes, yes! Cum on my dick!”

SMACK!

My ass stung from the sudden spank. “Let me feel that pussy writhing on my cock, little slut!” “Keep fucking me with that huge dick and you will,” I moaned, feeling so free to say the most depraved words.

My pussy gripped his cock as he hammered me. I rushed toward my climax. I would have a huge climax. I could not wait to cum on him. He grunted, fucking me so hard and fast. He buried his cock into my cunt.

He hammered me so hard and fast. He buried into me with all that he had. It was so amazing to have him fucking me like that. I shuddered, about to cum on his big dick. I savored that rush of him fucking me so hard.